Characters: Jack, Gwen, Owen.
Written For: Challenge 658: Fight at tw100.
Summary: Gwen and Owen are fighting again. Jack has had more than enough.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Torchwood, or the characters.
A/N: Double drabble.
Jack had endured more than enough of his team’s behaviour recently, although to be fair, it wasn’t the whole team. Tosh was working quietly and industriously at her computers, while Ianto had apparently decided to remove himself from the temptation to knock his colleagues’ heads together by vanishing down to the archives.
If he could have done so, Jack would have liked to escape too, but he had a conference call with the Brigadier at UNIT scheduled in ten minutes, and he needed to be available for that. The Brig was the only one of UNIT’s upper echelon that he could tolerate.
Also, he was the boss, which meant it was up to him to straighten his people out, however unenviable that task might be. Ever since they’d stopped their little fling, Gwen and Owen had been at each other’s throats, so…
“SHUT THE HELL UP!”
The silence that followed his order was a blessed relief, for maybe ten seconds.
“She started it!”
“He started it!”
The protests were simultaneous, and it seemed the endless fight was about to start up again.
“Another sound out of either of you, and you’ll both be scrubbing out the cells with a toothbrush!”